umm umm good!

When I was growning up, it seemed like my mom was baking all the time. She rarely bought store-made treats. When she baked I always looked forward to licking the batter off the beaters when she was done. (This was back in the day before all the salmonella concerns.) I would lick the beaters until every last ounce of unbaked heaven was gone.

This past week, Avery and Zane happened to enter the kitchen just as I'd finished mixing a bowl of rich, chocolate frosting. Watching the two of them devour the frosting from their beaters brought many memories flooding back from my childhood.